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AHA On-line Books
2008

 

A FILM OF WORDS
Symbiotic Multi-genre Poetry

Jane Reichhold
Werner Reichhold

 

 
   

Table of Contents

Jane's works are in italic;
Werner's are in normal fonts.

Introduction

MESSAGES FROM MARS

ADDING 2 TO TWO

OPEN ME CAREFULLY

TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

MILLENNIUM MUSIC

HOW DARE THEY?

HOUSES OF THE HEART

WINDBLOWN AROMATIC HEIRS

HER HYMN

PRIZE POEM

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

A SUITCASE OF KANSAS

INTO MY HEART

AN OCEAN OF IDEAS

PUBIC CRIMES

BILL'S BILLS

GAMESTERS

SENIOR PICTURES

   

WINDBLOWN AROMATIC HEIRS

fainter and again
    beyond the bar
    space where odors lodge

twisted
    at the vertebra
    two strangers
    July at the mirror
    quietly opaque


driving the back road of an autumn Sunday
a classified ad: two rooms near the beach

evoked a world not wholly incongruent as
a courageous girl about my age would

 

fowind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

think me a guide from another world's map
trying to find a way of knowing about stars

 

    gently altered
    in step with goats
    the milky way

here in the north
there into the south door
we will keep the mice at bay

    animal emissary
    you wear it to bed
    primordial seas


but you have given your hands away and
all ten fingers are married to one ring as I

row toward the rainy ports of the future's ear
there is an absorption in her as the answer

to a diver's arc or hope one brings to this drifts

a sponge found
bubbling in your colony
I’m a single-celled creature

    the virus the insurgents’
    full-length powered thirst

SHE: “How can you talk politics when spring is so gloriously all around us?”
HE: “The primaries are still going on.”
SHE: “The birds have made their choices. See, even the quail walk about in pairs.”
HE: “Politics are a bad four-year marriage.”
SHE: “Do you believe women vote with their wombs and men with their. . .”

spores go ambivalent
bloom    bleep    blip
         a muse on my screen
           chewable tempered
           spying the foretaste

the storm’s eye trails
reluctant to prediction
            as if there were
oyster-halves’ kisses for two
appraising the speech of space

the scent of lemon-grass soup – shredded cucumbers

an improvised lie in the green humid condition it
has grown to be symbolic of forgetfulness in

the audience there is always one crone

    them old
    them close
    a maze in flight

    monarch
    division of a number
                          winged

   at her rosaries’ last rose a quake of unacquainted stings               

 

 

   
   
 

 

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